Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.